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It happened in the evening when you were brushing your hair while standing in front of your vanity table, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your husband, Prince Maekar, approached you from behind and grabbed you as you giggled, pulling you closer to his chest.

You put the hairbrush down and sighed while his hands roamed around your waist, tugging on the delicate fabric of your nightgown. His lips found your neck to attack it with kisses. You closed your eyes and let him feel you up as he was getting lost in the sound, sight and smell of you.

Then... Amongst many sweet nothings and whispers one word stood out.

One name.

"Dyanna..."

You froze, your muscles freezing and stiffening immediately. It took him a while to realise what happened as his eyes opened wide and he watched your reaction in the mirror.

He said nothing else, knowing very well that no words could take back the damage. You shrugged his touch off of you and fixed your nightgown.

And then you turned around, slowly and precisely. Which made it worse because the whole thing was calculated. You slapped his face as the smacking sound echoed through the chamber.

Maekar chose to say nothing as he bravely survived the hit. He didn't even rub his cheek while he stood there like a statue. He knew he deserved it.

He wished to tell you that his word meant nothing but he knew you wouldn't believe him. Not right after the incident.

"I do not wish to see you tonight, Lord Husband," you drawled out from between teeth. Makear nodded and left. The title Lord Husband sounded like an insult in your mouth.

At that time it was.

For the whole next day you were avoiding him, causing his children to look at you two funny. They were already used to the fact their father and step-mother couldn't keep their hands off of one another.

Aegon was the one to inquire.

"Do you not love my father anymore?" He asked you and you gave him a deadly glare that caused the boy to regret the question immediately.

"He should be the one asked about the love between us. Not me," you replied.

Aegon nodded and went to his father.

"Father, do you not love Lady (Y/N) anymore?"

Maekar took a deep breath in and sighed. He rubbed his face as he realised that the situation was stressing out the little ones.

"Of course I love her," Maekar assured him but Aegon was not convinced. He tilted his head.

"What happened then?"

"I... I called her by your mother's name," Maekar revealed. After all, the boy didn't have to know the details.

Aegon's eyes widened.

"Accidentally," Maekar explained quickly.

"But why?"

"A habit," his father answered.

He had no idea you were listening behind the door. You had been so curious about what Aegon would do that you had been following him before.

"A habit you should work on," you stepped inside, causing the father and his son to turn their heads around. "Unless you consider me nothing but a substitute," you smirked to yourself as you fixed your dress nonchalantly.

"Of course I do not. I am sorry," Maekar mumbled out, looking away.

You reached out for Aegon to put your hand on his shoulder but the boy clinged to your skirts immediately. You wrapped your arms around him.

For the sake of all you had built with your husband, you were willing to give him another chance. Besides... He had already been punished.

"And I am sorry for smacking you, Lord Husband," you chuckled.

Aegon looked up at you with big eyes and disbelief. You nodded at him and he laughed.

"Forgiven," Maekar rolled his eyes.

"So are you."